We are glad to bring you the fourth entry in our My December collection, submitted by a reader. Varun Dhingra paints Delhi Winters in the epitome of a cold lover. If you have indulged in a winter romance, you would discover how easily you can relate to the same.
Winter brings out the best in her,
She becomes demanding as a queen,
And I, her humble slave,
Bow down to her whims,
She has me chained and bound.
The cold winter seems warm against her heart.
She scratches and bites.
Yet how she delights!

Posted on
16 December 2015

We bring you the third entry in the My December event, beautifully composed by #twersty. Here’s an ode to the evanescence of life when viewed against the eternity of winters resting underneath the sheets. Relish in the short-composition, articulating the deserted chaos amidst the December chills.
Source : davilemao, Wordpress
December.
Last chance of digging a grave, to bury my memories.
Those, which allowed tears, to escape from the airport of abstracts.
Those, which slid through the valley of slivers of regrets and dumped themselves

Posted on
12 December 2015

Note: This is the second blog in the My December series by Sahil. The post has been inspired by something Berlin Artparasites once shared on its Facebook page. Here’s an ode to the moment when you want to love someone, and it’s not that you don’t love them but…
It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just that this one time, I was in school, and my class teacher punished me for something I did not do. And she made everyone in the class come and shame-slap me.

Posted on
09 December 2015

Note: This is first in series of the myDecember Posts by LeanOnTree. Please do #ShowYourLove by sharing your selective entries with us at leanontreeblog@gmail.com. We’ll post the same on our blog. Remember, it’s a story. It’s life. Yours and Mine.
Inspiration: #WeatherCheck #Berlin-ArtParasites
Anyone who has lived in Delhi knows the extreme notes our weather may touch.

Posted on
03 December 2015

We wish we knew where to start, from where it all started, or from where 'we' started.

It came to me one night when life appeared unkinder than what it actually is.You see, it is easy to lose sight of what we truly are and what we truly can do, when put in a setting laced with lies, adulterated with antagonizing visions.I had submerged myself in a pile of work. And deep down a voice questioned - is there an end to this or is this the end? You know that voice. The voice speaks to us, only if we are open enough to listen. It took me a life of shambles (quite literally) to finally hear it!